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give it up for workin stiffs
and those who sell their bodies,time and future
the popular people who can shout and spread
a catchy rationalization
lets give a cheer for androids, robots,
servants and their masters
"blind leading the blind" and "slavery is freedom"
starts to resound
everyone knew madison
she came to hollywood
a couple buttons short
couldnt keep her story straight
she had a drawer full of poisons,
punctures, pictures of victims
of course someone asks are they still victims if
they never realize it? go ask a PA minor
breathing blackness smoking 3 pack camels
loyal americans who love their collar colored
for 40 hours a spade is still a spade, a collar is still
a collar whether it be blue or white
its still around your neck, the silk leash nice and tight
your wife helped pick it out the irony is
that your worked 3 hours for it you wish you
could ignore it
you're a hooker.
start to realize its true
they sniff their coke you huff your glue
pimps and prostitutes
buisnessmen in monkey suits
on their knees
licking corporate boots
suckin up jumping through hoops
pimps and wall street ho's
work the street in business clothes
blows jobs, rimming, sucking cock,
they're getting laid while you're getting laid off.
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all of me
why not take all
cant you see
im no good without you
take these arms
i want to lose them
take these lips
i'll never use them
your goodbye
left me with eyes
how can i go on dear without you
you took the best
so why not take the rest
why not take all of me
all of me
why not take all of me
cant you see
i'm no good without you?
take these arms
i want to lose them
take these lips
ill never use them
your goodbye
left me with eyes that cried
how can i go on dear without
you took the part
that once was my heart
why not take all of me
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Brilliant, a word describing something dumb
You create to desecrate the villain I've become
A prophet not to be made but heard
Speaks in tongues and sarcasms, to me it's glee
to you absurd
You don't know me let alone my intent.
Actions do not always self respresent
I don't see urgency in explaining
My conscience opaquely clear
The seed is gently sown back to mother earth
The flower blooms resplendent fumes
A miracle rebirth
The cynic in a search for the something more
The fragrant air cannot compare to what it was
The great before
Remember the good old days, remember the sound
Remember the sweet mustiness underground
No I dont feel the need for reliving
Some things are better off dead
Never thought the furnace was gonna burn us
We worked the bellows for so long
The comfort of the fire apathized us
Looks like we burned ourselves alive
Remember the old band we filled ears with pain
Nothing to lose there was nothing to gain
No I don't miss my span of attention
I do miss my old friend Tim
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Want to fuck off, drop out, never trust a fuckin' hippie
for that matter don't trust anyone.
quit school, don't work, livin' up the music you punk.
if i could do it so could anyone.
drugs are good,
they let you do things that you know you not should,
and when you do 'em people think that you're cool,
and when you do 'em people think that you're cool.
Want to join a, punk band, shave your head and get a tattoo,
you don't need talent just sing out of tune.
self destruction, no moral to throw it on me,
for no particular reason beat up everyone.
drugs are neat
and you can buy them relatively cheap,
and when you do 'em people think that you're cool,
and when you do 'em people think that you're cool.
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I will never feel the ribbon break,
I will never taste sweet victory,
I don't want to leave the rest behind,
I don't want inscription on a plaque.
Never first or second place,
I won't ever run your rat race,
I will always be lower than you,
I won't be your competition, lowest
Totem pole postion is where I'd rather
Stay than be like you.
I don't feel the animal instinct,
I am not on top of the food chain,
The only battle I will fiercely fight,
Is one that hibernates inside my head.
Be the best, climb the ladder,
Do it better, higher, faster,
I refuse to participate,
If I go up, it will be slow, I'm bringing
Everyone I know and stopping on the
Sixth or Seventh rung.
On a pedestal, isn't the view great,
You better watch your step, cause it's a nasty fall,
When there's no one to
Catch you when you call...(x2)
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[Originally by The Germs]
Rip them down Hold them up Tell them that I'm your gun Pull my trigger I am bigger than Rip them down Hold them up Tell them that I'm your gun Pull my trigger I'm bigger than Mr. Prez in his big white house Listen he sez we're coming out Infiltration, we're numbing your minds Concentration, we've done time Rip them down Hold them up Tell them that I'm your gun Pull my trigger I am bigger than Rip them down Hold them up Tell them that I'm your gun Pull my trigger I'm bigger and never step down.
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One source of energy, the ultimate discovery.
Electric blue for me, never more to be free.
Electricity nuclear and H.E.P.
Carbon fuels from the sea, wasted electricity.
One source of energy, Electricity.
All we need to live today, a gift for man to throw away.
The chance is nearly gone,
the alternative is one final source of energy,
Solar electricity.
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I wish i could go
so far away
where time moves too slow
day after day
ill wait and ill sit and watch
the clouds as they go by
ill wait and ill sit and watch
the cloud as they go by
i have a sensation with laziness
procrastination is what i do best
ill wait and ill sit and watch the clouds as they go by
ill wait and ill sit and watch the clouds as they go by
where has my ambition gone
i havent seen it for so long
am i a burden to someone
life,i am so tired
of everything
all my desire
is vanishing
ill wait.. and ill sit and watch the clouds as they go by
ill wait.. and ill sit and watch the clouds as they go by
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Call us libertarian, cause we do as we please,
Don't need fear, or force, or farce to know morality.
Morals aren't something you can shove in someones ear,
They're basically a byproduct of a mind thinking clear.
The plan, the plan
It's nothing like the bible, there's no lesson to be learned.
It ain't the 10 commandments, cause nothings written in stone.
It has to do with freedom and personal liberty..
I don't fuck with you, don't fuck with me.
The blueprints of a better world,
Were printed on a postage stamp.
No one bothered to read the front,
Stick out their tounges to lick the back.
The plan, the plan, the plan, the plan
If you're not part of the cure,
You're part of the disease.
Father time will tell us who concedes.
The blueprints of a better world
Disguised and reveled as fortunes.
Ten thousand chinese restaurants,
Customers prefer not to read it
When it's time, don't think, just eat it.
A turning point we call the plan
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timmy the turtle
you know him as tim
timmy the turtle he sang 4 the grim
to slow is how that turtle go
timmy the turtle hes giving em hell
timmy the turtle is out of his shell
to slow is how that turtle go
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Am I suppose to do things right? No.
I don't have the time.
This is how I live my life, Cuz i
Haven't got much pride.
And it's ok if I live like a slob, cuz
This is life, and I will waste
It if I want, cuz
"a wasted life ain't no crime"
So follow your instincts don't be mislead
Don't let the ____ screw with your head...oh!
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She has lips like stereos,
with the bass and treble down,
she got tits like microwave,
burritos that explode.
What I wouldn't give to see her pee.
Between 2 parked cars.
On a well lit street.
Fifth and Main.
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Zyclone B. Bathouse a perfect place for cleansing ethnically.
Train ride provided, although the fare
only sports the under class.
As the train goes by, they'll turn away.
Only doppler is effected, not their hearts,
with a "better them than me" and a "better off this way."
Ronald McDonald-paint a happy face on a McMurderer.
Same train, same station. This time the cars are corporate not fascist state.
What is life, quality or quanity?
Since when does that get decided by majority?
And who's more decent, on man or a dozen?
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Ive got something to say
I killed your baby today and it,
doesnt matter much to me as long as its dead.
Ive got something to say
I raped your mother today and it
doesnt matter much to me as long as she's spread.
Sweet lovely death, Im waiting for your breath
let me take one last caress
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Too many words on the tip of my tongue and
I can never figure out, when to speak when to
Shout when to shut up when to knock my self out
I need a brainwash, grey matter bath
I need the clutter all thrown in the trash
I need a brainwash cuz I'm a loon
So could you please throw my head in a tub
I could really use a cerebral scrub
wash away what I know, its an over-rated frontal lobe
Expensive thrills, sexual perversity, are always filling
My mind, mixed with guilt cuz of bombs over
Dresden are kinda bringing me down
(brainwash)
I need a brainwash, grey matter bath
I need the clutter all thrown in the trash
(brainwash)
I need a brainwash cuz I'm a loon
Cuz I'm a psycho babble brain, a real live loony toon
A mixed up maniac, I'm certifiable,
so put me in a room right next to Nickelson
and get me Thorazine cause all I wanna do is sing Traditional
songs but I like to sing in
Minor technologies not making sense
so could You please throw my head in a tub
I could really use a cereberal scrub
wash away what I know its an over-rated frontal lobe
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tear that poster off the wall it takes up too much space
we aint no fucking rock band man,we're a preofessional disgrace
is the word i would use to discribe the noises we make
feed back,wrong key,a lack of dignity
so dont think we dont know we'e fucking losers
washed up old men the years we put the same 4 chords
over and over and once again posing as musicians
justify what we get paid time to forfeit
we may be in the light,but we aint shit
we may not get respect you think we dont know?
we may be riding with a one way ticket-down
were goin down but i got no regrets
they'll come in time i cant remeber
ever having a better time
on the road to pity we just passed integrity
pull the plug put us out of this rural misary
giving a new meaning to fligging a dead horse
so we all agree please drop us at the next glue factory
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Hollywood is a breeding ground for assholes
Egos get as big as Billy Corgans (That's big!)
Skinny girl, eat some more food
Muscle man, you look like a fuckin' freak
Hollywood is a nice place for the weekend
Not a place for a nice person to live (I do!)
Movie star, no-one likes you
How'd you learn to be so fuckin' mean?
Take me home to sweet West Bay
Big women, Stinky's Peep Show
This thursday, Glamour Pussy
And some New York band
Let's go!
Los Angeles über alles
Or at least that's what they like to believe
Take me home to sweet West Bay
Big women, Stinky's Peep Show
This thursday, Boobzilla
Flattens out Dick Tokyo
Let's go!
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Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls.
Frameless heads on nameless walls,
with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met
Ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn, a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They're not listening still
Perhaps they never will
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could've told you Vincent
This world was never meant
For one as beautiful as you
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One time weekly rate
12 by 12 foot room
Strapped down to the bed
Now pump up the valium
My mind is wide asleep
My conscience deep awake
The promises I keep
Are not the ones I make
I count the caustic causes
I lost count of regrets
A surplus of good intentions don't provide you with content
All I want is just a little content
One time monthly rate
Still no breathing room
Pressure's building up
So pump up the valium
I choose the beaten path
i've been to where it leads
Why I keep coming back
A mystery to me
I found what i've been seeking
but it's too late for me to care
my aspiration's leaking from a hole i can't repair
or maybe i just don't want it repaired
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Martian men are coming to earth
They're abducting all of the jerks
Martian men are coming to earth
Martian men don't take me!
Pods are landing from outer space
Pods are duplicating my face
Pods are landing from outer space
Pods please leave me alone!
I don't know what conventions you go to
I don't know what movies you've seen
I don't wanna hear explanations for unexplainable things
It's not that I don't believe in aliens
It's just that I really don't care
I wouldn't mind some interplanetary friends
Until they come I'll hang in my own hemisphere
Holy ghost is coming to earth
Saving souls of all of the jerks
The holy ghost is coming to earth
Saviour man don't take me!
The number one son is flipping the tab
Paying for sins and fun we all had
The number one son is flipping the bill
Let me chip in for the tip
I don't understand why you beg for forgiveness
Just before you do it again
Is it more altruistic to worship
Or actually help fellow man?
It's not that I don't believe in Jesus Christ
It's just that I care about other things
Oh we could certainly use some miracles
Until then I'll put my faith in human beings
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Why must we stay where we don't belong (x2)
Because theres never gonna be enough space
so eat the meek, savour the taste.
Its always gonna be a delicacy
so lick your chops and eat the meek.
Why must we stay where we don't belong
Why must we stay where we don't belong, don't belong.
The factory mass producing fear, bottled, capped
distributed near and far, sold for a reasonable price.
The people they love it the feed it
brush with it, bathe with it, breath it
inject it direct to the blood.
It seems to be replacing love.
Why must we stay where we don't belong
Why must we stay where we don't belong, don't belong.
Because theres always gonna be token truth
Forgotten code, discarded youth.
You know theres always gonna be pedigree
one own the air, one pay to breathe.
Why must we stay where we don't belong (x2)
Why must we stay where we don't belong, don't belong.
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Fun Things to Fuck!
Fuck the front door, Fuck the back
Fuck the good girls with the knack
Fuck the government until they fuck you back
Fuck a Muslim Fuck a Jew
Fuck fans of Blink 182
That's illegal if you're born in '83, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fuck a bean cheese burrito
Fuck a bowl of cookie dough
Fuck the space between the big and neighbor toe
Fuck a cop fuck a marine
Fuck a jar of Vaseline
Fuck a calzone with pepperoni
Fuck a midget, fuck a dwarf
Fuck Kris Kringle with an elf
But before you fuck it all
Go Fuck Yourself!
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juice head. juice head. juice head. juice head. juice head. juice head.
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All we need
A little methamphetamine
Three on speed
A little subversality
What we do
It's nothing you need to know about
Who you are
Definitely not one of us
All we need is a little pick me up
I don't really care if it's clean or if it's cut
So give it to me now or your gonna bring us down, yeah hey
Give me some speed, yeah!
Who are them
They don't know shit about us
Different strokes
Because we wanna live our
Lives faster
Gonna burn the candle down on
All three ends
Live fast, die fun!
All we need is a little pick me up
I don't really care if it's clean or if it's cut
So give it to me now or your gonna bring us down, yeah hey
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Happy birthday, you're not special
You're gettin older but not much better
We all want to embarass you
That's why we're signing this song
So happy fucking birthday, you're not special
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1, 2, 3, 4. talking 'bout your mom... talking 'bout your mom... talking 'bout your mom... talking 'bout your mom... she's a whore bitch, gutter slut. likes to shove me up her butt. drives a pickle, wearing combat boots. while farting, she'll pick me up and give me a ride and drop me in front of the show. oh no, talking 'bout your mom... talking 'bout your mom... talking 'bout your mom... talking 'bout your mom...
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Hanging out in long beach
A little party in the sun
But ya just can't sit there smoking and a drinkin anymore
You got a new jive
All your friends are gettin weird ( ahhhh )
It goes you
Aint a shakin till the shit shot shoot it up
No one jammin till the gin juice jigger gets
They say it aint a party till the party enema
The party enema
You get your funnel tube
Pour in a 40 ounce
Pull down your clothes touch your toes get a hose hold of yer nose
Its a party-a
Forget the beer bong
Forget the nitrous shots
It goes you
Aint a shakin till the shit shot shoot it up
No one jammin till the gin juice jigger gets
They say it aint a party till the party enema
The party enema
The party enema
The party enema
The party enema
The party enema
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what i scream about, can't get the stink out. catch it on my tongue, save it in my lung. fucking vegans smoking, keep us all choking. big round of applause for california laws. act like human beings instead of europeans. i was a singer/dancer, now i got lung cancer (ahhhhhh). can't get the stink out. can't get the stink out. can't get the stink out. can't get the stink out.
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I'm overhung, overslept.
I'm ripe, desheveld,
perfectly unkempt.
I like my drink
mit toast and eggs.
the best bloody mary you've ever tasted.
Go to work wasted. go to work bombed.
Ya gotta pull a shot
Before you start the job.
I wanna operate
Heavy machinery.
I wanna watch online pornography.
You gotta go to work high
If you're getting paid low.
You gotta put your nose
to the grindstone, stoned.
That elbow grease
will get you fucked.
you don't wanna be a jerk or smuck.
fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
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fuck da kids
fuck da kids
fuck da kids
fuck yeah yeah
fuck da kids
fuck da kids
fuck da kids
fuck yeah yeah
fuck da kids
fuck da kids
fuck da kids
fuck yeah yeah
fuck da kids
fuck da kids
fuck da kids
fuck the kids fuck the kids fuck the kids!
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We never like to say whoa
We love whoas
We're against whoas
We hate whoas
We prefer ahhhhhs and
nananananas and yayayas are alright
Between A.F.I. and the Offspring
I don't think we need any one else
To sing any more whoas
We hate whoas
Were against whoas
We hate whoas......
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Look at me now
Full on the run
I can’t stop myself from crashing
Breaking glass
Wreaking their yard
Burning stuff that isn’t broken
Pulling out all the stops
I’m gonna puke on the cops
Tell the kids what rocks
I’m gonna puke on cops
Give me my sign to hold high
Have a glass of our resistance
And I died disobedient
But at least I lived to riot
Pulling out all the stops
I’m gonna puke on the cops
Tell the kids what rocks
I’m gonna puke on cops
(BLEH!)
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I gotta pee!
I gotta pee!
I gotta pee!
I gotta pee!
I gotta pee!
I gotta pee!
I gotta pee!
I gotta pee!
I gotta pee!
I gotta pee!
I gotta pee!
I gotta pee!
I gotta pee!
I gotta pee!
I gotta pee!
Call 911!
I gotta pee!
I gotta pee!
I gotta pee!
I gotta pee!
I gotta pee!
I gotta pee!
I gotta pee!
I gotta pee!
I gotta pee!
I gotta pee!
I gotta pee!
I gotta pee!
I gotta pee!
I gotta pee!
I gotta pee!
Call 911!
I gotta pee!
I gotta pee!
I gotta poo!
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TOTALLY FUCKED
We were drinking with plouck,
He drank a fifth of grappa?
He told me that he loved me,
And then he kicked me in the chest.
Reap upon with David,
Lies sitting on heartache
The chances of us winning are about 1 in 16,
He talked about the old days,
Allegiance that are many,
Across from us guys are sitting
From g'd up motherfuckers.
And how, it was, TOTALLY FUCKED!
We were drinking at the front end,
With 2000 dirty squatters,
We didn't want to fight them,
So instead they beat each other up.
Squatters don't have money,
But at least they don't have showers,
So when they're drinking their own piss,
We didn't think much of it.
The moral of this story,
Don't use your better judgment,
Cause what good is an evening,
If you can't even remember.
Just how, it was, TOTALLY FUCKED!
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FUCK THE KIDS!
FUCK THE KIDS!
FUCK THE KIDS!
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FUCK THE KIDS!
FUCK THE KIDS!
FUCK THE KIDS!
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you better watch out
you better not cry
you better put out records D I Y
cuz it is what you've done and what u've been
if you fuck up
im telling tim
take your word out...?
you won't play agin until mid- ?street?
then ago this is the ?geno?
well i'll tell tim
im telling tim
im telling tim
im telling tim
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Heard it first from Reagan youth,
Dead Kennedys and D.I. too.
Wanna burn the effigie,
From DRI to MDC.
Guess what nostalgia sucks,
But I miss the days of Reagan punk.
We all shared the same enemy,
From CFA to Shattered Faith.
Heard it first from Reagan youth,
Dead Kennedys and D.I. too.
Wanna burn, the effigie,
From DRI to MDC.
Guess what nostalgia sucks,
But I miss songs about Reagan sucks.
We all shared the same memory,
From DRI to MDC.
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They're always doin' fry
They try to get me high
I felt the pressure but I never did
They used to call me dude
Put it in my food
I never wanted to when I was a kid
??? ???
Took my squirt gun
And made it a bong
My sister's name is Mary-Jane
And mine's Bud! Mine's Bud!
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Life of the party me and you
Life of the party two on glue
Throwing in and throwing down
We’re just two on glue
Turn this place into a den
We’re just two on glue
Something about who I am
Daughter dad just the son of Sam
Living large and getting small
We’re just two on glue
Turn this place into a den
We’re just two on glue
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What the fuck are you doing?
Don't you know right from wrong?
I didn't care you fucked my sister.
But please stop stickin' it in my mom.
Humiliations over come me,
My other friends laughing at my predicament of huge proportions,
Homie's eating out my mudders pie.
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I wanna see the constitution burn
Wanna watch the whithouse over turn,
wanna witness some blue blood bleed red.
Wanna Tar and Lynch the KKK,
wanna pull and shoot the NRA,
Yeah, yeah, yeah...
Murder the government,
Murder the government,
Murder the government, and then,
Do it again yeah!
Murder the government,
Murder the government,
Murder the government, and then..
Murder the government.
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got a no string guitar
got a sun bathed head
im a rock n' roll star
i aint no musician
some things are stranger then fishin
know how to beat on a drum
know how to sing out of key
got some prescription drugs
i aint no musician
some things are stranger then fishin
yeah i know what i am chop up another gram
some of us have all the luck
no matter how much we fucking suck
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Eric Melvin took PCP
One night in Hollywood.
It was pretty funny.
He kept saying, "Help me"
Over and over again.
Then he started puking.
That was cool.
Then he passed out.
That was boring.
Oh well
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You are a hippie,
You smell like skunk,
I'm your arch-enemy,
A middle class punk.
Get out,
Get a life,
Get a job,
Everyone's smoking grass,
Everyone is an ass.
Can't you afford to cut your hair?
Cause Frank and I will cut it off for free.
Never trust a hippie,
They'll sell you bad drugs.
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